Wild Wings! (video)

Oh, wild creature! You remind me that along the manicured green and the rows of conformity seen, wild still exists! You waken my being and energize my soul. On your wild wings, I will soar! https://videopress.com/v/Ci2ou5i5?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true Hawks offer great symbolism for me. They represent many qualities and remind me to stay observant. It is not …

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Follow your heART (essay)

Three years ago, my friend and I attended an Emerging Artist Lecture at the Phoenix Art Museum. The featured artist was Brooklyn-based contemporary artist, Arcmanoro Nile. Beyond the event invitation, neither of us knew anything about Nile, but we were excited to be out. Doing anything. We are both English teachers who had recently left …

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Truth Seekers

In this day-to-day automated existence, too many people skim the surface. It is safer there. Plenty of time is spent skimming, but less purpose and commitment is found there. Less knowing and truthfulness too. Shallow swimming. Shallow breathing. Shallow connections. Shallow living. But in the depths, swim the truth seekers, where things are murky, where …

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Imagine this

We cannot standardize test our way out of this mess. We need less desks in uniform rows crammed with young bound bodies cracking from the conforming stress. Every other answer a bubbled-in guess. More creative thinkers are needed to get us out of this mess. Shred the excessive expensive tests! Give young minds more tools …

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Perfectly manicured Wild natures (audio poem)

Perfectly manicured Wild natures (audio poem) A pristine street of garnished green           manicured perfectly prize-winning roses planted in a row lush bushes trimmed just so not an aspiration too high, or a limb too low A perfect scene, an impressive show the keepers keep pruning and perfecting as their pride and ambition grows Until that …

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on Wet Concrete, don’t Step

Skin sweating she watched the tumbling and spinning stones, rocks, and cement lifting and crashing thunderous mixing Water spraying she watched the gray sludge become a substance strong enough to bind buildings callous enough to bury history, secrets, seeds, and bones Solid trapping heat and feet too slow to move when the giant mixer began …

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